Black stripe, white one. White stripe and black one again. It is said that more often it is black stripe of life that prevails. "Black" moments, especially their frequent repetition, often stifle any desire to live, to resist. At such hours you are always seized with a sudden feeling of despair and fear. You don't know what to do and when this would come to the end. In the constant attempts to comprehend what you do wrong and why it is you and no one else with whom all the misfortunes are sure to happen, finally you are cornered miserable and betrayed. Yes, you are right, life is the best one to make surprises customarily unpleasant. (for this reason I don't like surprises…) I want to find myself brave at such moments, able to resist all the miseries, fears and to find deep in my heart a gleam of hope for the better. I want to be strong to make a decision, to follow my chosen way without any shades of doubt as if this is the only right way. I want to be bold to be through a death